Well, a couple of weeks ago, I told you that I had no bow hunting success story to share with you yet. That changed last week. This is not a story about me tagging a deer because my bow tag is yet unfilled. This is the story of my daughter's bow deer.
Last fall, my daughter Shannon, expressed an interest in bow hunting for deer. "When I'm home over Thanksgiving break, could I go out and sit in the tree stand with you," she asked. But about a week before the break, I shot my buck. The sitting didn't happen.
This summer, however, as we prepared for the Bow Shoot event in Reinbeck she decided that she was going to get a bow and bow hunt for deer. For those of you who don't know Shannon, let me tell you that she is a persistent person. If she sets her mind on something, you can bet that she'll not give up, so was the case with bow hunting.
Shannon Williams with her prize.
Photo by Kevin Williams
She visited Scheels archery department and Austin fitted her with a bow and many bells and whistles. It was even pink. You certainly don't stop being a girl when you take up bow hunting. I should mention here that archery is a very fast growing sport with females which is great to see.
It was evident from the first time she shot that the accuracy was there to harvest a deer. She was out shooting her dad and his almost twenty year old bow. Today's bows are amazing. Over the next several weeks, I visited many sporting goods departments purchasing her license, calls, boots, camo coveralls, safety harness, hats, gloves, scents, and hand warmers lots of hand warmers.
It is amazing how things change when you have your twenty-one year old daughter climbing into one of your tree stands. I was more safety conscious. A few things got changed. I think the first trip out in the woods was as exciting for me as it was for her. That first hunt had a few does and a smaller buck in under her stand. When she came down, I asked her if she could have shot. "Yea, if it had been larger," was her answer. Each time we were out, I was in a stand 50 yards, 75 yards, or longer away. Sometimes within view sometimes not. When a more respectable buck headed her direction, I waited for the shot that never happened. I texted her, "Not close enough?" To which she replied, "Just wish he was bigger." What had I done?
As the season neared a close last week, I dropped a few hints that any first deer would be a trophy. That fell on deaf ears. I told you she was persistent. I won't dare use the word stubborn
Last Thursday morning, Shannon and I entered the woods. We put the decoy out. She climbed up into the maple tree stand and I headed on to the black cherry. It was her last hunt of this first season. Just before eight o'clock, a buck came in to the decoy. Shannon drew but could not get the shot she needed. She had to let off. I told you she was persistent. She is patient, too. The buck circled and came in from the front affording the shot she needed. A difficult shot but she didn't know that. Long story short, I got a text that she had shot. Followed by a second, "I think he's dead already."
Did I mention that Thursday was a beautiful day? The weather was perfect. The sun was shining brightly. The shot (her very first shot at a deer) had been perfectly placed. No trailing. No guessing. A ten-point buck was her reward.
And there were two very excited hunters in the woods. One was a very proud father.